Well, when I was born, my mother considered giving me up for adoption several times. My father wasn't really around and she figured I'd end up alone one way or another.
I think that's really fitting for the very despondent tone that's settled in with me over the course of the weekend. I've had weird dreams about my family (the ones who have been passed for several years), had horrible realizations about them (seeing something on the History Channel) and just being alone. I've made mistakes in my life, hurt people, been hurt, loved, longed, yearned and strived to ascertain meaning from all the current sum of my experiences.
I know my own experiences at the moment, even at their worst would be their best... it's all relative, I understand that logically. However it doesn't mean things don't hurt as much inside nor does it minimize either of our experiences.
They say it can only get better...when you stop looking you'll find it. Well... have at it then.
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